A powerful write, my friend. It reminds me of the night my mother died, walking out of the hospital into a world that no longer had her in it. How strange it felt. Your mother tried hard to stay for you........lovely that you were there holding her hand at such a time.

It is the most heartfelt grief when we are on the verge of losing a parent....someone who means so much to us. I am dealing with my mother's failing health and I am frozen in my fear many days.....very moving.

An amazing poem really. You captured the painfulness of your experience in a very poignant way. I was especially struck by the part where you said she was still fighting and you were about to give up. Poems like this one make me realize why I enjoy my 'job' at Poets United. Thanks for sharing this very personal experience with us.

The world can feel so very loud and heartless in these sacred moments that change our lives forever..i think focusing on those small details..the numerals are an admirable way to cope..a powerful and touching poem..and we must always try to never give up

You took me there with you, into the moment you may relive again and again. What a ride. The rain, at least, was sympathetic, while neither the loud world nor you could prevent her leaving. Lots of hugs. Thank you for depicting this sacred moment in a breathless poem for us.

yes, i may relive that moment again and again, because i know i could not do anything to prevent her from leaving. sometimes, it seems, even the heavens cry on such moments.thank you Susan, for your comments.